Called in sick to work today. I did have a sore throat. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the 5 day sex marathon that I completed this past weekend. It was Dore Alley fair, which used to be like Folsom Street Fair used to be like. For those of you that have never been, it’s a good excuse for San Francisco homos to put on leather jockstraps and prance about the street. I sat in the back of one of the bars that happens to be inside the fair boundaries and got my knob slobbered on by who knows how many drunk revelers.
Later hosted a big party at a nearby hotel. It wasn’t the normal sleazy one at 9th and Harrison but it should have been. The one we were at required guests to walk through the lobby past the front desk and up to the room. The lobby closed at 10pm so we were required to go down and retrieve new guests. The clerk was not amused and started harassing us by threatening to charge us $20 per person. One time on my way back up he said to me “Hello? Guest are not allowed”. I was like “what? what do you mean no guests are allowed?” I was already in the elevator and kept on going with the two I was bringing up. We must have had 20-30 in and out of the room that night. Continued the party at my place afterwards and it lasted until 7am on Tuesday morning when I had to give it up and go to work.
I’ve had more sex in the last 10 years than most small cities in the midwest see their entire life. I wish I would have kept track of everyone but after a while they all seem the same – nobody is what you expect them to be when they show up and when they go, it wasn’t enough. It seems almost accepted to steal from people and the norm is that you’ve lied about your age. The pictures are never accurate and it all seems like bad advertising gimmicks to get someone to get with you. I wish it made me sick enough to actually stop.